HI HO SILVER, AWAY!: Chore: CD

“Holes in the wall from where the telephone was thrown. Kids in their bedrooms learning how to cope. There’s beer in the fridge and blood in the sink.” Whoa, do you really think you’re ready for this? I sure as hell wasn’t. What you get from Chore is a whole bunch of seemingly interwoven songs about regret and damage, delivered with an intense amount of emotion. Sonically, it owes a lot to Rites Of Spring and post-hardcore bands of that sort. In theme, it brings to mind the survivor epics of Mountain Goats. What I love about Chore,though, is the author’s objectivity in telling these stories. For instance, the quote above is from the song “Split Shift”, it’s told in the voice of a parent, one who regrets the way they’ve completely fucked up in making a family. It continues like this, “I did my best with the options given to me. So I sit by their beds, watching them sleep, and I feel ashamed I brought them into this mess.” This kind of storytelling, as it weaves it’s way through Chore,switching characters and narrators seamlessly, is something I’m not as familiar with in punk. Sure, storytelling happens but I feel punk doesn’t dare think outside of the subjective box as much it could. Like Alan Vega said at the end of Suicide’s “Frankie Teardrop”, a song about a desperate, poverty-stricken man shooting his family and himself, “we’re all Frankie’s.” So let’s tell these stories. I don’t mean to get off on a tangent, I’m just glad HHSA! cando that and do it with such prestige. If I don’t stop now I’m just going to start spouting more lyrics at you, just do whatever you have to do to get this! 

 –Craven Rock (It’s Alive)